honor me as god

Chapter 667 The messenger outside the wall

Now that everything has been said, even if Solandelle still has some conflicts of ideas with Garrott, she can't say it, so she can only say softly: "Okay, I will listen to you and won't cause you any trouble. I will deal with it quickly. documents so we can return earlier."

Gallot nodded, took out a piece of dry food from his pocket, and said, "If you're hungry, eat some of this."

"Thank you." Solandelle held the dry food and sat back to process the documents while eating.

Not long after she wrote, the door rang again.

"Damn it, you dare to come back." Garalt thought it was Ashoma knocking on the door again, and the flames rose immediately, and he walked over to open the door cursing, and he was about to kick him, but stopped.

The one standing outside was not Ashuma, but Larsen, holding two cups of fine wine in his hands, and said with a blank expression, "I heard from the guard that you bullied my office officer again?"

Garrett snorted coldly: "So what? You stood up for him?"

"I really want to beat you up, but if you think about it carefully, you have this kind of virtue. Even if you are beaten down, you will not change." Larsen shook his head helplessly. He wanted to say something, but he was about to speak And stop, with a preoccupied look.

Seeing this, Garrett asked inexplicably, "What's wrong with you? Tell me quickly if you have something to say."

Larsen pursed his dry lips, hesitated for a long time, and then poked forward the wine glass in his right hand: "I won't grind anymore, I admit that I was unreasonable to you before, I hate Perseus, and I hate his Daughter Solandelle, even now."

"However, you have traveled thousands of miles to send supplies so that my soldiers and I can eat, clothe, and drink fine wine. I think I must toast you no matter what. You are leaving soon, and I don't know when we meet next time. When is it, why don't we have a drink together and let the displeasure of the previous few days be wiped away, how about it?"

Garrett's eyes widened, he crossed his hips, and looked up and down Larsen with great interest: "Gods, are you really Larsen?"

"What? You have to let me pour this glass of wine into your mouth to feel comfortable, right?" Larsen scolded with a smile. He glanced at Solandelle in the room intentionally or unintentionally, and said lightly, "I was just thinking, I At such an age, it doesn’t matter if you were young when you were young, if you complain all day long when you are old, it will not help at all, it will only increase your troubles, and you still have to look forward.”

Garrett patted Larsen on the shoulder, sighing with emotion, "Old friend, I am more than happy to hear you say that."

Solandelle also said with high spirits: "Uncle Qi, if you can really let go of what happened back then, my trip will not be in vain!"

Larsen passed the wine forward and said with a smile, "Have a drink?"

Solandelle waved her hand and said with an apologetic smile: "I won't, I'm not very good at drinking, and I have to work on documents tonight. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep after drinking this cup."

Larsen didn't force it either, and handed the wine to Garrett with his backhand: "Then you come."

Garrot wanted to pick it up, but subconsciously glanced at Solandelle's short hair. After a moment of hesitation, he withdrew his hand and said seriously, "I won't drink anymore. According to military orders, alcohol is not allowed during missions, even though I have I'm not an active soldier, but the little girl can cut off her long hair resolutely in order to correct her attitude, so I have to correct my attitude."

Larsen complained: "Oh, come on, old lion, is this necessary? When did you become so restrained?"

Garrett squeezed Larsen's wrist, smiled and said, "Next time, I appreciate it."

Larsen was silent for a moment, heaved a long sigh, and said with some melancholy: "It seems that I have no place in my good brother's heart. Forget it, people don't appreciate it, so why should I force it? It seems that I am the only one drinking wine in front of the moon tonight." gone."

Larsen left with two glasses of wine, his back looked a little lonely.

"Larson." Suddenly, Garrett called Larson, he touched his chin for a while, and said with a grin, "You really make me difficult. How about it, just a glass, Not much."

Larsen walked back with a big laugh, and had a bear hug with Garrett, and handed him the wine in his right hand: "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Garrett took the wine and drank it down.

In the middle of the night, the master general of the Frozen Fortress was snoring loudly in the bedroom, and there were many wine cans scattered on the ground. Larsen was lying on the bed stretched out, sleeping soundly, reeking of alcohol. Obviously, he drank a lot tonight.

Drinking alcohol before going to bed every day is considered Larsen's personal habit. As for the military order, what the hell is the military order, in this icy and snowy world, he is the boss, and he can do whatever he wants.

The candle on the table was burning steadily, and suddenly the candle flame flickered for a while, and then returned to calm.

The snoring in the room was still there, but it was no longer real snoring, but Larsen deliberately pretended it. He had just woken up from his sleep, and while pretending to be snoring, he mobilized his muscles.

Larsen has fought all his life, and his perception of surrounding movements is far superior to that of ordinary people. Even if he is drunk and sleepy, he will turn a blind eye. He has just felt that someone has walked into his room and is walking towards him.

An assassin sent by the barbarians?thought Larsen.

If so, it wouldn't be surprising. In the 28 years he served in the Frozen Fortress, he had encountered no less than [-] assassinations, and every time he would let those barbarian assassins come and go.

While snoring, Larsen waited. When the uninvited guest came to the bed, he quickly pulled out the dagger beside the pillow, turned over and got out of bed, put the knife on the other's neck, and said coldly: "Move, you will die immediately!" .”

"By God!" The uninvited guest was startled and said in a panic, "My lord, it's me!"

Larsen picked up the candle and saw that it was Ashuma. He immediately rolled his eyes, put the dagger back into his pocket, and complained, "Damn it, I thought it was an assassin. Why did you sneak into my room in the middle of the night?"

Ashoma bowed his waist and reported in a low voice: "My lord, someone is looking for you. I dare not delay, so I hurried to report."

Larson patted his head with hangover and headache, and said impatiently, "No, I'm going to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Ashuma hurriedly added: "My lord, you are the messenger of the remnants of the six kings."

"Messenger?" Larsen became serious now, with a suspicious expression on his face, "These barbarians have been acting unusually lately, and they sent an envoy in the middle of the night. What are they doing?"

Ashuma shook his head: "This subordinate doesn't know either."

Larsen didn't dare to show his temper when it came to the survivors of the Six Kings. He quickly took it seriously. He changed his clothes and walked to his office under the guidance of Ashuma.

There was only one envoy of the Remnants, and he was standing in the room at this moment. Larsen passed him by, sat on the chair behind the desk, and said coldly, "If you fart, let it go."

(End of this chapter)